| Bookcase of Fear By Jessica Bozek I used to be able to climb up the huge bookcase. I wasen't scared, to fly up it, and grab the biggest book in sight. Years later, I return to the same bookcase. Dust had collected on the stories I once tresured. The shelves have become old, and rickety. I stare up at the top shelf. I am closer now, but feel much smaller. What I had enjoyed at one time, now I fear. I climb on a chair, and grab the smallest book. Jessica M. Bozek copyright c2002 Jessica M. Bozek |